it's good to be king

i've had two moments in my life when true genius struck. there's probably been more, but i only remember two. they both involve food. that's probably why i remember them.

one night i was hanging out with pete and tanner and we went to the house of pies. i was really, really hungry that night. when our food came, i ate mine so fast that everybody else still had about 95% of their food left. for some reason, i put my plate on the table behind us. i have no idea why i did this. the waitress, who i noticed did not bring our food, came over to ask us how we were doing. i looked around and made a play. i told her that everybody else had received there food and my order didn't come. she said she was sorry and brought me another sandwich. i ate two sandwiches that night for the price of one. awesome move.

last night was another stroke of genius. as some of you know, i'm in kansas city. i had been out that evening and came back to my room, just laying around the room, watching television some time around 11 or midnight. my next door neighbors were being really loud. i thought about calling downstairs to the lobby or writing them a note telling them to shut the hell up. i thought there had to be a better way to get back at them. i had overheard them ordering a pizza on the phone. i thought, how awesome would it be if i jacked their pizza? that would teach them.

so i waited outside my room, by the elevators ready to intercept their pizza. i was pretty sure they had prepaid for it and all i had to do was pick it up. my wife called and i told her what i was doing. she did not agree with it, but she said i might as well do it right. she told me to go the lobby and meet the guy there. that way he would be glad not to have to come up to the room, we would not be close to the room if for some reason he needed to get in and it provided me with an escape if it backfired and they hadn't prepaid. so i did. i went downstairs and right as i was walking out of the elevator, the guy gets there. i hang up with my wife and approach him. i told him that miguel had called, which was the dude's name next door because i heard him say it, and that i was there to pick it for him. i tipped the guy and he gave me the pizza. i went back to my room and ate half of it laughing the whole time. i didn't hear them order another one, but someone did come to the room late, about forty-five minutes later. might have been another pizza, i'm not sure.

i heard them talking today. they're here for a wedding. so it's probably going to be a louder, later night than last night. if they order another item, i might go for it.

sheer genius. and the pizza was good too. really good. and big. that will probably be my highlight from my time in kansas city.

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i used to work late nights sometimes in huntsville, texas. i used to work at a video production company called EVN, that stood for educational video network. we'd make horrible, horrible videos about not doing drugs and not using credit cards and making young people feel okay with who they were. but if they watched our videos, they'd probably be less okay with who they were and less okay with whoever, me, made these ridiculous videos. dave made great videos. i actually sought out his videos to watch. he would turn the ridiculous material into something visually stimulating and entertaining. i wonder what dave is doing now. no matter.

so i would work late, as indicated earlier in this post. working late at a young age has a way of detaching you with reality. i'm not sure why. now, it brings in reality. makes it more real. back then, it did the opposite. maybe i couldn't wrap my head around working that late. and i'm only talking about 9 or 10. it would dark of course. sometimes i'd take a break and sit outside in the dark. everybody was gone. most of us had class the next day, me included. but class was easy in huntsville, so i could do what i wanted. so i would. i would sit in my tiny office and blast sigur ros. blast it. i could hear it in every corner of that building. i would watch the videos too.

this was one of those videos. obviously the music grabbed my attention. it's an amazing, beautiful song. totally captivating you at every turn and twist. but the visuals were amazing. i was graduating with a degree in radio/tv so visuals were what i was about. i was also developing a keen photographer eye.

but i wondered. was this the story of the fallen titans? did their hubris finally get the best of them? did they wonder what it would be like to finally tag the other? the music was hopeful, while the visuals told of happiness staunched with patient trepidation. masks. ash. a playground. was this something i would experience? would my children? was fortune transformed to fleeting moments chasing normality?

the song has always leveled me. every time i hear it. i heard this band live. in houston, texas, of all places.

houston, texas. my old grounds.

if you have time, seek out other sigur ros videos. you won't be disappointed. i wish i knew the future. but what would i do with this information? saddled right on my back? were things really easier back then? probably not. it sure felt like it.

here we are, face to face....

we are halfway, HALFWAY, through 2011. hasn't it been something so far? i know right. the previews did not do it justice. things have been good in the music field.

you've got some great albums this year. here are some:

elbow- build a rocket boys
kurt vile- smoke ring for my halo
the strokes- angles
fleet foxes- helplessness blues
bon iver- bon iver
my morning jacket- circuital
radiohead- king of limbs
pains of being pure at heart- belong
wye oak- civilian
tennis- cape dory
cut copy- zonoscope
peter bjorn and john- gimme some
the dodos- no color
black lips- arabia mountain
panda bear- tomboy
the low anthem- smart flesh

two albums i missed somehow:
cults- cults
wu lyf- go tell fire to the mountain

two best albums so far:
destroyer- kaputt
thurston moore- demolished thoughts

that's the year so far. i know we have an album from wilco on the way. i think we might have an album from girls coming. good year. good year.

and how about those new ape movies? looking pretty wild!

ocean breathes salty

alan chang caught this crab in the waters of galveston, texas. the crab is now driving a bus in houston.

wrap your trouble in dreams

i have a cici's pizza shirt hanging in the window of my hilton hotel room. that, my friends, is class.

kansas city

kansas city is hot. and humid. and that was at 7:33 as i was walking to work. i have to walk about four blocks north and then four blocks west. i was soaking wet when i got to work. soaking. yuck.

i haven't done anything right now besides work and try to sleep. i'm having a hard time sleeping in a hotel again. in atlanta, i was miserable. i slept about 3-4 hours a night. i'm not sure why. if i missed my wife? my cat? my bed? or was worried/nervous? i have no idea. maybe just the bed sucked, which it did. last night i fell asleep quick, but woke up at four in the morning for some reason.

they do have a nice menu here. i had these awesome lumpy crabby spring rolls last night. and i'll have them again tonight. that's right. two nights in a row.

i wish i could be done with cpa. it won't let me go. it's my own fault. i've done as little as i can to pass and it shows. i guess that speaks to something to say that i've done so little and come so close. i know people who sequestered themselves for months. literally. and they passed. i didn't do that. now i'm doing that. in KC. i'm sequestered. and i'm going to study. and eat lumpy crabby spring rolls. and i'm going to pass. and be done. it's going to take longer than i thought, but i'm going to finish it.